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Confessions of a Rapist IV

Chapter 7 - The Newlyweds

Roughing up Sam sparked something I didn't know was in me. I was aroused more by the thought of her pain and humiliation than I was from fucking her. I got a raging hard on every time I thought of whipping her ass and clamping her nipples. I couldn't wait to do it again.

Driving home from work one Saturday afternoon, I passed by a church where a wedding was just getting out. I slowed down as the bride and groom ran through a torrent of rice and ducked into a waiting car. The bride looked up as I passed and I saw the most gorgeous faced I'd ever seen. So perfect and innocent, I could feel the purity radiating from her. I had to have her. I circled the block and fell in line in the procession. I stayed a few cars back so I wouldn't be noticed, but never lost sight of the lead car. After driving around town for thirty minutes, the group pu lled into one of the nicer restaurants and filed in.

While I waited for the reception to end, I called my wife on my cell phone to tell her I wouldn't be coming home for a few days. I gave her a story about staking out some warehouse, which was partially true. I did have the keys to an old storage warehouse that had been recently vacated. I planned to make good use of it.

It was around 10:00pm when the wedding party finally came out of the restaurant. The happy couple was still in their wedding clothes, which really excited me. They finally said all their good-byes, gave out their hugs and kisses and got into their car. I followed them for an hour until they pulled into a roadside Inn.

I hung back while Hubby went in and registered. I took a good look around the area and planned my move. The Inn was located on a desolate stretch of state highway, there was no traffic, and there were only a few cars in the parking lot. I took my gun out of the glove box and laid it on the seat next to me. As they pulled around to the back of the building, I pulled into the shadows and walked around to their room. I waited as Hubby unlocked the door and escorted his beautiful bride in. He came back out, unlocked the trunk and was too busy with the luggage to notice me duck into the room.

The new bride was in the bathroom relieving herself, and I could see her gown bunched around her waist through the half open door. In one swift move, I jumped into the room with her, pushed the gun into her gasping mouth, and shut the door behind me. "Don't make a fucking sound!" I warned her in a low voice. "You're going to do exactly what I tell you to do, or I'm going to splatter your fucking brains all over this room. Do you understand that?"

She nodded her head slowly and began trembling, making her teeth chatter against the gun barrel. I moved around beside her and faced the door as I removed the gun from her mouth and pressed it against her temple. "What's your name?" I demanded. "Heather" she meekly replied. "Well Heather, it's good to meet you. We're going to get to know each other real well." I said as I reached my free hand around her shoulder and gently fondled her breast. Her knuckles went white as she griped the toilet seat.

We heard Hubby shut and chain the front door and whistle some happy tune as he approached the bathroom. "Phil! Help me!" Heather cried. Phil threw the door open and stood there with wide eyes as he tried to comprehend what he saw. Here was his beautiful young bride sitting on the toilet, panties around her ankles, with a strange man holding a gun to her head and feeling her up.

I continued to massage Heather's tit as I stared Phil down. I could see him calculating his options, but it didn't take him long to realize the hopelessness of the situation. Phil and Heather were both in their early twenties and fair built. I'd say Phil wasn't any more than 5' 8" tall and about 150 pounds. Being 6' 2" and 200 pounds, I must have looked pretty intimidating. "Here's the thing, Phil." I told him. "We're going to have a little fun, the three of us, and that's all. It's going to happen, so go ahead and let it sink into your head. Accept it. Otherwise, you're both going to die a very painful death." With that, I squeezed Heather's tit until she cried out. "So how about it, Phil?"

"We don't want no trouble, Mister. I've got some money in my bag. You can have it all. Just don't hurt her. Please." Phil pleaded.

"Well, it's like this, Phil. I don't want your money." I began to grind my crotch against the back of Heather's neck. "Turn around here, Heather." Keeping the gun pointed at her head, I turned Heather's face toward my now bulging crotch. "Sit down, Phil." I ordered. He sat down in the doorway as I moved around to the front of the toilet, giving him a good profile shot of his wife and me. I took her chin in my hand and looked into eyes. Even with the tears flowing, they were the most wonderful shade of deep green. Her straight, light brown hair fell to her shoulders and framed the face of a goddess. My heart raced as I took her amazing features in. She had a pert little nose and high cheek bones. Her full lips were pouting in a cute little frown.

"Suck my cock, Heather." I said in a low, deliberate voice. I pointed the gun at Phil and cocked it as he started to get up. "Don't do it, Phil. Don't make me waste you both." Phil sat back down. "Now Heather, you're going to suck my cock like it's Phil's. You're going to put all the passion and love into it that you were going to give him tonight, or I'm going to rip his balls off and make him eat them. Do you believe I would do that?" She nodded "Yes." "You bet your ass I would. And I'd enjoy doing it. Now, undo my pants, put my cock in your mouth, and suck me off."

Phil sat in wide eyed silence as Heather's trembling hands fumbled with my belt. "Has she ever sucked you off, Phil?" I asked. "Please don't do this." Phil begged. "Phil, what'd I tell you? Accept what's happening. Now, I'll only ask you one more time. Has she ever sucked you off?" "No." He said as he stared at the floor. "We wanted to wait until .. well .. until tonight, you bastard." "You mean you two ain't never done it?" I asked. "No, we haven't." Phil snorted. "With any body, or just not with each other?" I probed. "We've never done it with any body."

"Holy Shit! The last two virgins in America, and I got 'em both right here. Well, this'll be a learning experience for ya. And I aim to teach ya real good."

Heather was still fumbling with the snap on my pants, so I finally undid them and pushed them down to my knees. My dick throbbed in rhythm with my heartbeat, and a drop of precum glistened on the head. "Cup my balls in your left hand. Yea, like that. Now wrap your other thumb and index finger around the very base. That's it. Now open your mouth. Wider." She had a blank stare on her face as I helped her aim my cock at her mouth and pushed on the back of her head. I stopped pushing when just the head was in. "Now, press your lips around it. Just your lips, I don't want to feel no teeth. Good. Now suck it. Oh yea. Hey Phil, she's good." I told him. Phil was crying but he couldn't look away. "Now, lick the tip of it with your tongue. That's it. Lick right in the little slit. Swallow that juice, it's good for ya. There's going to be a whole lot more in a little while. Now, open your mouth real wide. Real wide. Okay. Now lick the bottom of it and push your head as far forward as you can. A little further. Now press your lips around it, suck and pull your head back until you're back at the head. That's it. Now do it again. That's great. You sure you never done this before? She's really good, Phil."

While Heather sucked my dick, I held the gun behind her with my left hand, and slid my right hand inside the front of her wedding gown. I cupped her firm tit in my hand and felt the nipple press into my palm. Her tits were full and firm and the size of grapefruit. She had to be the most perfect woman I'd ever seen. Her skin was flawless. I marvelled at my fortune as she work my cock in and out of her sucking mouth, just like I told her, the whole while caressing my balls in her hand. I kneaded one tit, then the other, then rolled her nipples around between my fingers.

"Heather. I'm about to cum in your mouth." I moved her right hand from the base of my cock and put it on my ass. "Keep my dick in your mouth as far as you can, and suck gently until I pull it out. Swallow it all, or we'll have to start all over. Ready?" She nodded on my dick. With my hands on her shoulders, I leaned into her and blasted a powerful jet of cum down her throat. She managed to contain it in her mouth and throat as she struggled to swallow it all. Blast after blast of hot jism shot into her and she swallowed every bit of it. I let her keep sucking until I my dick was half limp, then reluctantly pulled out. A string of spit stretched from my dick to her lower lip. I leaned down and kissed her deeply, tasting my cum on her breath. "God Damn, Phil, you are one lucky guy. This bitch can really suck cock." Heather hung her head in shame as I pulled my pants back up.

Chapter 8 - The Honeymoon

After some probing, I found out that Phil and Heather had planned to spend their honeymoon at the Inn, enjoying each other and the nature trails. It seems they were a couple of tree huggers more interested in nature than man made entertainment. Whatever. Since the Inn didn't have a restaurant, no one would notice them missing. I hung the "do not disturb" sign on the door, told Phil to get the money, then escorted the newlyweds to my car. "Phil, you're going to drive while Heather and I get cozy in the back seat. You try anything, and she's going to get the worst of it. Got it?" Phil didn't say anything as he got behind the driver's seat. I had Heather sit behind him so I could keep an eye on both of them. They both looked great in their wedding clothes.

The warehouse was about 45 minutes away, and still far from town. During the drive, I took the opportunity to finger fuck Heather to several orgasms even though she protested and sobbed the whole time. Phil kept looking in the mirror so I reached up and let him lick the pussy juice from my fingers. I couldn't tell if he liked it or not, but he licked them just the same.

The warehouse had a drive in bay door, so Phil pulled the car in while Heather and I locked the door behind him. It had been used to store tobacco after the auctions before it was trucked out of town, so there were lots of tables around, and ropes and hoists and chains. It was perfect.

I had Phil sit on the edge of one of the bigger tables and secured his ankles to the heavy legs. I tied his arms behind his back, then attached the rope from his wrists to the opposite end of the table, forcing him to lean back. He looked very uncomfortable. I positioned another table directly in front of him and told Heather to sit on it facing her husband. "Now don't move." I teased.

They both watched me digging in my trunk, wondering what I might have in store for them. Their wonder turned to despair as I sat up my video camera. "For God's sake, please don't do this." Phil pleaded. I ignored him as I focused the camera on Heather. "Okay Dear, get undressed." I instructed her. She looked at Phil for some kind of way out, some magic solution to this horrible situation. "Don't look at him, Bitch. He can't help you. Look into the camera and take that fucking dress off. NOW!" I demanded.

Heather was shaking as she reached behind her back to undo the zipper of her gown. "I can't get it." She said. "Well, I'd be more than happy to help, if you ask me nice." She just stared at me. "Ask me nice, or I might decide to burn it off of you. You still don't get it, do you? I'm going to fuck your brains out, and there's nothing you can do to get out of it. Now ask me to help you get that damn gown off."

"Please, Mister, help me take my gown off." She said, very quietly. "I don't think I heard you, Bitch. And by the way, my name is Sir, not Mister. Now ask me again." Please, Sir, will you help me undo my gown?" She said a little louder. "Of course I will." I said as I walked toward her. I undid the clasp at the neck and pulled the zipper down to the small of her back. I went back to my camera to work the zoom as she stood up to remove her wedding gown. "Isn't she beautiful, Phil?" Phil looked at her with admiration, and said "I love you Heather. No matter what this bastard does to you, I still love you."

Very calmly, I walked over next to Phil, looked him in the eyes and punched him square on the cheek, snapping his head back. "I said my name is Sir. Not Mister. Not Bastard. Sir. That was just a reminder." I stopped Heather as she tried to get to Phil, held her by the shoulders and said, "Get undressed before I have to really fuck him up." She let the gown fall around her feet as I zoomed in on her perfect body.

She was wearing a white corset which really accentuated her slight tan. The white stockings showed off her shapely legs as she stepped out of the dress. I zoomed in on her ass as she turned to lay the dress out neatly on the table, being careful not to crumple it. I thought it'd make a nice pillow for me while she was on top. "Don't forget the panties." I reminded her. She had her panties over top of the garters holding her stockings up and was able to remove them without removing the stockings. She lifted one leg up and took the panties in her hand. Her dark bush was neatly trimmed and I zoomed in on her pussy lips. "Roll them up and put them in Phil's mouth." I instructed. "I'd hate for him to say something stupid and make me have to straighten him out again." She rolled the panties up and gently pushed them into his mouth. "Farther. Push them in farther." I told her. "Don't worry, Phil. You'll get to taste the real thing in a little while. Just let me warm her up a bit first." I got undressed.

I had Heather sit on the edge of Phil's table, between his legs. I pulled her gorgeous legs up around my waist, pressed my cock against her cunt, and slowly worked my way in. Her hot pussy seemed to be sucking me in as I gently worked my way into her depths. I pulled the corset down below her tits, exposing them to my eager mouth. I sucked and gently bit on her nipples, causing them to grow fully erect in my mouth. I gave them a good tongue lashing as I fucked my prick in and out of her sopping cunt. Her breathing became rapid as I chewed on her neck and earlobes, and massaged her tits in my hands. She didn't even realize she was resting her full weight against her bound husband, his shoulders threatening to dislocate with every hard thrust of my cock. She wrapped her legs tightly around me, and pulled me deep into her as her pussy pulsed around my dick, bringing on my orgasm in unison with hers. She held tightly around my neck and whispered in my ear, "I love you, Phil" as my cum sprayed against her womb. "The name is Sir." I reminded her. "I love you, Sir."

Phil began to sob as I pulled my spent cock from his no longer virgin bride's cunt. "Good lord, Phil, your wife sure has a nice pussy. Too bad you didn't get to break it in." Tears welled up in Heather's eyes as her orgasm faded and she returned to the reality of her situation. She had just lost her precious virginity to a rapist. Her body had betrayed her as a stranger took her most prized possession from her. I loved the look on her sad little face.

"Alright Phil, it's time for you to get a little action. Are you ready?" Phil's eyes pleaded as he mumbled something into the gag. I pulled Heather up from the table and turned her to face Phil's crotch.

"Get down on your knees, and suck him like you did me." I ordered her. Heather's spirit was already broken, and she obediently did what I told her. I had to help her get Phil's pants down to his ankles, then I massaged her tits as she expertly sucked on Phil's growing cock. Phil had stopped sobbing, but I could t ell he was trying to block out what she was doing. "Don't hurt her feelings now, Phil. She's doing a great job and you better start showing her some appreciation. You know, you don't deserve a woman as fine as Heather. I might just have to keep her for myself." They looked at each other and shuddered at the thought.

I made my way back over to my trunk and pulled out a duffel bag I had packed full of different tools and accessories to help me liven things up. I knelt beside Heather, with my face pressed against hers as she lovingly sucked her husband's now fully erect dick. "Looks like he's enjoying it." I teased her. "Here, let me show you a new trick I think he'll really like." I said into her ear.

I took her hands and placed them on his hips. "Close your eyes, and really push your head down. Try to touch your nose to his belly. That was close. Keep trying. Pull back real slow and suck it hard. That's it. I think he likes it." Heather and Phil had both closed their eyes and were enjoying their activity, so neither of them noticed as I looped the zip tie over the base of Phil's dick and under his balls. They didn't notice as I pulled the zip tie closed until it just pressed against him. They didn't notice until I pulled the zip tie as tight as I could. That, they definitely noticed. Phil screamed into the gag and Heather looked at his now purple cock in a panic. It was turning a deep crimson and the skin was so tight it looked like it was going to split open. "Don't worry, Dear." I mocked her. "That thing will stay hard the rest of the night. I didn't want him getting his nasty cum on you."

I untied Phil's arms and let him lie back. He rolled back and forth in agony while his cock seemed to get even harder. I slid him up farther on the table, so his ankles were just hanging off the end. I then tied them to the table legs. I pulled his arms over his head, and tied his wrists to the other legs. His cock remained hard. "Phil, I told you I'd let you taste her pussy for real, and now's the time."

I helped Heather up on the table, and lifted her leg over Phil's head so she straddled his face, 69 style. She continued to stare at his throbbing cock, obviously concerned. "Now Phil, look up into that beautiful pussy, that pussy dripping with my cum. You're going to eat that pussy until she has another orgasm. Have you ever ate a pussy before?" Phil shook his head. "Well then, you're in for a treat."

I removed the gag from Phil's mouth, and pushed down on Heather's back until her cunt was pressed against his face. I could see his nose pressed into her asshole. "Isn't that great?" I asked him. He didn't reply. "Alright now Phil, jab your tongue up in that hole, and start wiggling it around. That's it."

I let Phil eat at her pussy for about 20 minutes until I could tell he was getting tired. "Pussy eatin' can be a lot of work, can't it?" I asked him. "I'll tell ya what, I'm going to help ya out. Raise up a little, Heather. Now Phil, see that little button? That's her clit. Lick on that while I fuck her again. Don't stop until I tell you to." I climbed up on the table behind Heather, and pushed her down until her chest was against Phil's belly. "Suck his dick, Heather." I ordered her. Phil's eyes were focused on the head of my dick as it sank into his wife's soaked pussy. "Christ Phil. She's tight as a virgin. Well, almost." I pushed all eight inches into her until my balls rested on Phil's forehead. "I can't feel ya licking down there, Phil. Get to work." I fucked his new wife's cunt slowly until I could feel her start to shake. "She's almost there, Phil. Just a little farther." I fucked her harder, building with her, until we both climaxed together, our combined juices spilling onto Phil's face. As I pulled my spent cock out of Heather's pussy, a glob of cum dripped into Phil's open mouth. He retched as I commanded him to swallow it, but he managed to get it down. These two were so easy.

I was getting sleepy and my dick had quit for the night. I left Phil tied up the way he was, but removed the zip tie from his dick. He actually said thank you. I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be putting it right back on in the morning. I took some blankets from my car and made a nice bed for me and Heather. I tied her wrists to a leg of Phil's table, then I killed the lights and spooned up against her warm body, with my limp dick nestled in the crack of her ass. A few minutes later I was fast asleep. During the night, my dick recovered and I fucked her from behind, hard and fast. She and Phil were both sobbing as I fucked her pussy raw, and called her every filthy name I could come up with. After I came, I kissed her passionately, and told her I loved her. I fell back asleep with my dick still in her.

Chapter 9 - The Morning After

The next morning I woke up feeling mean as hell. For some reason, I felt I had to punish Heather and her pussy-assed husband, Phil. I wasn't sure what I wanted from them, but it was more than sex. I wanted their spirits. I wanted them to give themselves to me completely.

I untied the newly weds and let them stretch and use the bathroom. I had them get naked and them shower each other off with a hose, while I made a pot of coffee. The water was ice cold and they were both covered with goose bumps. My coffee was very hot.

I tied Phil's hands behind his back and had him lay down on his back with the lower half of his body under the table. I stretched a rope from his right ankle, around the far table legs and back to his left ankle. I took a zip tie and cinched it around the top of his ball sack as tight as I could. I laid Heather face up on the table, with her hips even with the end of the table over Phil, and tied her wrists to the legs at the opposite end. I pushed her knees forward and down until they nearly touched the table, then ran a rope over the back of her knees, under her back and around the table. Her pussy and ass were pushed up and splayed out, just begging for attention.

I straddled Phil and looked down into his wife's cunt as I stroked my cock, and sipped my coffee. It was hard to believe she was a virgin just yesterday, and now her pussy was spread out and waiting for me to fuck it. Only, I wasn't in the mood to fuck it, I wanted to fuck it up. I wanted to make it so no other man, not even Phil, would ever want to fuck it. It was mine forever. As I spread her cunt open with my fingers, Heather looked into my eyes, almost begging me to give her my cock. She certainly didn't expect me to pour my steaming hot coffee into her waiting snatch.

At first, she didn't make a sound, I guess the pain took her breath away. Poor old Phil didn't even know what I'd done. Then all of a sudden, she let out an ear piercing scream that echoed around the warehouse. "What the hell are you doing to her?" cried Phil. "Shut the fuck up, asshole." I replied as I slammed my heal into his chest. He made a gasping sound, then quieted down. Heather was sobbing as the coffee burned into her tender flash and dripped down her ass. "That ain't all I'm going to put in there." I told her somberly. "But first, I'm going to loosen you up a bit." I sat my coffee cup on her stomach and went to get my duffel bag. Heather struggled to keep the cup from tipping, assuming there was more hot coffee in it. It was empty, but it was sure fun watching her try to hold still.

When I held up the dildo for her to see, Heather turned pale and the coffee cup toppled over. The black rubber dick was about 8 inches long, like my own, but it was twice as thick, extremely detailed and had a sack of ball for a handle . You could even see the veins in it. I showed it to Phil, but he looked distant and didn't respond. "You'd better pay attention, Phil, 'cause I'm using it on you next." His eyes widened, then closed in denial. I coated the fat cock with lube, then pressed it against her pussy lips. "Please don't, Sir." She pleaded. "I'll do anything you want." "No shit, She nodded "Yes." "You bet your ass I would. And I'd enjoy doing it. Now, undo my pants, put my cock in your mouth, and suck me off."

Phil sat in wide eyed silence as Heather's trembling hands fumbled with my belt. "Has she ever sucked you off, Phil?" I asked. "Please don't do this." Phil begged. "Phil, what'd I tell you? Accept what's happening. Now, I'll only ask you one more time. Has she ever sucked you off?" "No." He said as he stared at the floor. "We wanted to wait until .. well .. until tonight, you bastard." "You mean you two ain't never done it?" I asked. "No, we haven't." Phil snorted. "With any body, or just not with each other?" I probed. "We've never done it with any body."

"Holy Shit! The last two virgins in America, and I got 'em both right here. Well, this'll be a learning experience for ya. And I aim to teach ya real good."

Heather was still fumbling with the snap on my pants, so I finally undid them and pushed them down to my knees. My dick throbbed in rhythm with my heartbeat, and a drop of precum glistened on the head. "Cup my balls in your left hand. Yea, like that. Now wrap your other thumb and index finger around the very base. That's it. Now open your mouth. Wider." She had a blank stare on her face as I helped her aim my cock at her mouth and pushed on the back of her head. I stopped pushing when just the head was in. "Now, press your lips around it. Just your lips, I don't want to feel no teeth. Good. Now suck it. Oh yea. Hey Phil, she's good." I told him. Phil was crying but he couldn't look away. "Now, lick the tip of it with your tongue. That's it. Lick right in the little slit. Swallow that juice, it's good for ya. There's going to be a whole lot more in a little while. Now, open your mouth real wide. Real wide. Okay. Now lick the bottom of it and push your head as far forward as you can. A little further. Now press your lips around it, suck and pull your head back until you're back at the head. That's it. Now do it again. That's great. You sure you never done this before? She's really good, Phil."

While Heather sucked my dick, I held the gun behind her with my left hand, and slid my right hand inside the front of her wedding gown. I cupped her firm tit in my hand and felt the nipple press into my palm. Her tits were full and firm and the size of grapefruit. She had to be the most perfect woman I'd ever seen. Her skin was flawless. I Bitch. This IS what I want." I pushed the big head into her scalded pussy.

She winced as her cunt stretched to accommodate the enormous intruder. I shoved it again and she cried out. Another shove, and it was halfway in. Her cunt lips gripped the black invader trying to keep it outside of her body, but I kept shoving until it bottomed out against her womb. I held it in place as I lubed up my own cock.

She was still trying to adjust to the huge rubber dick in her when she felt me press against her asshole. "God no, please not that." She pleaded. I grabbed her hips and pushed. She closed her eyes and clenched her asshole as tight as she could to keep my dick from violating her tight ass. This was going to be a battle of wills. I pushed harder but her sphincter was still holding. I raised up on the balls of my feet, and concentrated my weight on the head of my dick as it pressed into her ass. When it finally gave, I sank about 3 inches in before it clenched back down around me. I thought she was going to squeeze my dick in two. "Oh my god, it hurts so bad. Please don't do this." She was sobbing hysterically, which made her asshole wiggle around my dick, inviting me to go farther. Grabbing onto her tits for leverage, I pushed myself into her bowels until I was completely engulfed in her. I dug my fingers into the soft flesh making her cry out in agony. With all the fucking I'd done yesterday, I knew I could fuck her ass all day without loosing control. Buried deep in her, I realized I hadn't pissed yet, and I had to go, really bad. I leaned back and held on to her ankles as I let my piss spray into guts. Her eyes widened when she realized I wasn't cumming, that I was using her body for a toilet. For me, it felt like one giant long orgasm and I was shooting a gallon of sperm. The thought of pissing up her ass made my cock even harder and I began to fuck her ass in earnest. I could feel my warm piss around me, but her asshole was clenched so tight, none leaked out.

I fucked her ass hard for a long time, while working the dildo in and out of her gaping cunt. At one point, I pulled the dildo all the way out, but her cunt remained open, refusing to return to its original size. I noticed the hole was almost as big as a man's wrist. She was ready.

I lubed up my right hand and began to work my fingers into her pussy. Three, and then four went in. I tucked my thumb into my palm and pushed hard. Her cunt clung onto my knuckles, but finally, they too disappeared into her as her pussy lips kissed my wrist. "Holy shit, Heather. Look at this." She stared at my forearm in disbelief, her mind not able to reconcile what she was seeing. I could almost grab onto my dick through the thin membrane separating pussy from ass. I fucked her ass harder. As I fucked, I worked my fingers into a fist, and began twisting it around inside of her. I pulled my hand out, still clenched in a fist, and was amazed to see it come out of her. I repeated the process until I could easily push my clenched fist into her ravaged cunt. She must have spaced out, because she kept staring at my fist going in and out of her.

I pulled my fist out and looked into her now cavernous fuck hole and I could actually see the mouth of her womb. I looked into her eyes as I put my hand back inside her, only this time I didn't make a fist. I pressed my middle finger against her cervix and pushed hard until the final vestige of her womanhood yielded to me, and my finger sank into her uterus up to the middle knuckle. She passed out as I finger fucked her womb until I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I thought I was going to pass out from the intense pleasure and had to really concentrate to stay upright. I stood there with my cock up her ass and my finger in her womb until my breathing returned to normal. When I pulled out my hand out of her ruined pussy, blood flowed down and pooled around my dick, then dripped onto Phil's stomach. As I stepped back, freeing my dick from her asshole, piss and cum and shit sprayed out and down onto Phil's chest and neck, and some even splashed onto his face. He hardly even noticed.

I took a warm, relaxing shower and planned out the rest of the day. I was ready the really take care of that bitch and her worthless husband. I fixed myself another cup of coffee and showed it to Heather. She immediately began to shake, expecting me to pour it on her. Her tits turned a bright red as the hot liquid poured over her sensitive nipples. After she quieted down, I took the hose and washed her off, paying extra attention to her bloody cunt. I actually inserted the hose until the frigid water ran clear. Then I stuck the hose in her ass. I let cold water fill her for a few minutes, then pulled the hose out, letting the watery shit spray out on Phil. I kept doing it until it too ran clear. Then I washed off Phil.

Chapter 10 - What a day

I untied Phil's legs, the stood him up at the end of the table facing Heather's head. I kept his hands tied behind his back, and tied his ankles to the table legs. Then I pushed his head down next to Heather's. "Phil, are you ready to get fucked?" He didn't reply. I lubed up the big dildo and pressed it to his ass. I'm not queer, and I felt kind of weird getting ready to stick this thing up some guys ass. But Phil was such a pussy, it didn't seem to matter. I started to wonder what a guy's ass felt like. I set the big rubber dick on the table next to Phil and said, "I'm going to do you a favour and loosen you up first. You should thank me." "Thank you." Phil replied meekly. "Thank who?" "Thank you, Sir." He responded. "You bet your ass, Phil."

Phil's ass wasn't near as tight as Heather's, but I fucked it pretty hard for a good 10 minutes. It just wasn't arousing to me, so I pulled out, and worked the dildo in. I used duct tape across his ass cheeks to hold it in place. I then got up on the table on my knees and had Heather suck me off. I made sure Phil's head was against hers so he could feel her raising her head to meet my thrusts. When I came, she eagerly swallowed my load and kept sucking and licking the underside of my cock. "Phil, I think she's starting to like me."

After another shower, I got dressed to go into town. I moved Heather and Phil and had them stand, still naked, on either side of a telephone pole sized support column, with their backs against it. I hand cuffed Heather's right wrist to Phil's left and her left wrist to his right, and I tied their ankles together the same way. "This should keep you out of trouble until I get back. I'm just going to pick up a few things. You kids be good, now." I locked the big doors behind me.

I returned a few hours later to find my captives right where I'd left them, and although they had managed to get down on their knees, they both looked pale and pretty worn out.

"Hey you two, great news. I ran into some people I know and they're coming to visit. I told them all about you, Heather, how much you like to suck cock and how you like rough sex and all. They seemed real excited to meet you and thought the $100 I was charging each of them was a real bargain. I knew you wouldn't mind and hell, I can sure use the $500 bucks. I told them I wanted to clean up the place first, so they're coming over a little later, so now I need to get you ready." They both turned even paler.

I took Phil into an adjoining room, and sat him on a saw horse with his ass hanging off and his back against a pole. He still had the rubber dick up his ass and the zip tie on his sack, although by now his balls had turned a really light shade of blue. "You're not going to have those much longer." I informed him as I cuffed his wrists behind the pole and tied his ankles to the legs of the saw horse. He didn't respond. I sat the small TV on a table directly in front of him and said, "Your lovely wife is going to put a show on for you and I expect you to pay close attention to it. When it's over, if you can't tell me the highlights, I'll have 10 guys over here tomorrow, and they'll fuck the shit out of both of you. You got it?" Phil nodded his head ever so slightly.

I ran the coax cable from the back of the set out to the camera in the middle of the warehouse, where all the action would be. Then I went back in with Phil, showed him the underwear he had been wearing, then pissed on them. Being careful not to wring them out, I rolled them into a ball and pushed them into his mouth, and covered his mouth with duct tape. "Wouldn't want you to interrupt the show." His eyes were tearing up as the foul urine ran down his throat and I could see him resisting the urge to throw up as he swallowed. I shut the door behind me.

I had Heather put her corset, hose and wedding gown back on, and fix her hair and makeup. She was stunning. "Now here's the thing, Heather. These guys are expecting a good time, if ya know what I mean. They're hard working men and they'll expect to get their money's worth. I told them you liked rough sex and that you'd let them know you want it rougher by holding back. I'd suggest you do want they want or they're likely to hurt you. I'd even suggest you go out of your way and be extra accommodating, or they might hurt you anyway. You try anything, and Phil dies a slow, painful death. Now, we got an understanding?" Heather nodded her head. "Tell me you'll be a good whore." Heather looked in my eyes and said, "I'll be your good little whore, Sir." "You're not a racist, are you?" I asked her, not really caring. She looked mortified. "No Sir." She replied.

Chapter 11 - The Gang's All Here

The guys showed up around 6:00 that evening and had obviously been drinking heavily on the way to the warehouse. Heather was kneeling next to me as they walked up, looking like a dog healing next to its master.

"Gentlemen, this is Heather, your slut for the evening. She's everything I told you she was, and just to set the mood, she's going to blow each of you." I held the back of Heather's head by the hair and turned her head to look at me. "You'd love to suck their cocks, wouldn't you slut?" She was shaking and tears were welling up in her eyes, but she said, "Yes Master." "Yes Master, what?" I prodded. "Yes Master, I'd love to suck their cocks." "Then get to it."

Now these guys were some pretty rough, down home, redneck sons-of-bitches. Except for Pete. Pete was this young, sissy looking punk with the worse case of acne I'd ever seen. Then there was Joe, a 300lb fat ass with long, greasy hair and about 6 good teeth. This fucker's gut hung down about to his crotch. Frank was an older guy, probably in his late fifties, who seemed about ready to shit his pants at the thought of getting laid. Carl was a black dude who stood about 6' 5", with a serious case of body odour. And, finally, there was Robert, the meanest looking guy I think I'd ever meet. He had tattoos on most of his body, including his face. His left eye seemed to wander when he looked at you, probably messed up in some fight. His forearms looked like they had been badly burned and were mostly scars.

Heather crawled over to the guys, still on her knees, and stared blankly at them, not wanting to actually start. Robert didn't waste anytime. He stepped in front of her and pushed his pants down. He grabbed her face in his hands and pointed his cock at her mouth. As she reached up to take his cock, he slapped her hands away and told her he didn't want no hand job. "Just your mouth, Bitch." He told her.

She opened her mouth and Robert roughly pushed his cock in, catching her lip on her teeth, causing it to bleed. "I hope you like blood, Bitch, 'cause you're going to see a lot of it tonight." Robert said. I grabbed the camera and zoomed in.

The other guys removed their cloths and began jerking off. Two of the took her hands and masturbated with them. They all began to crowd in around her face, and forced her to suck them. Cocks were coming at her from all directions, and sometimes, she even had two in her mouth at once. Robert was definitely the roughest and would push his dick down her throat until his balls were on her chin, then he would push and pull on her head, fucking her throat hard. When they started to cum, each one in turn held her by the back of the head and shot their load on her face and into her mouth. She gagged and sputtered as her beautiful face was covered by 5 thick loads of red-neck sperm. I zoomed in on her cum drenched face and followed a thick glob of it as it dripped off her cheek and pooled on the neckline of her wedding gown. She was quietly sobbing.

"Well fellows, that should take the edge off so we can get down to some serious fucking. What do you say we soften her up a bit first?" They had no idea what I was getting at, but they seemed eager to find out.

"Heather, stand up on that table and strip for us." I put some strip club type of music on the boom box CD player as a couple of the guys helped her up on the table. She looked unsure of herself, but with some encouragement, she began to dance. I set the camera on the tripod as the guys drank more beer, making cat calls at her, saying "Take it off." And "Show us your tits." And "We want skin."

They didn't notice me as I ducked in to check up on Phil. "So Phil, what do you think of your slut wife now?" The monitor in front of him clearly showed the cum still clinging to her face as she stepped out of her wedding gown. She was strutting around, teasing them, like a pro. Phil's eyes were clearly bloodshot from crying, but his cock was still rock hard. The zip tie trick really worked, although the colour of his dick was a pale gray. I stood in front of him as I pissed into a jar, filling it halfway. I finished my piss on Phil. "See ya later, Phil." I said as I locked the door behind me.

Heather was stepping out of her lacy panties as I walked up, toping off the jar with beer and a hit of estacy. "Here ya go, Slut. Looks like you could use a cold drink." She took a couple of big gulps before she realized it didn't taste right. "Drink it all down, Slut. We wouldn't want you to get dehydrated." She forced the rest down, not quite knowing what was in it. I reached up to Heather, took her hand and helped her down. She was completely naked now, and even with the dried cum on her, was still absolutely stunning.

"Anyone need to take a leak?" I asked. "Heather here has volunteered to save you a trip to the john." She looked at me in disbelief. "Don't worry, Slut, Phil said it was okay." The guys had no idea what that meant, but Heather certainly did.

Again, Robert was the first to step up. Heather didn't know what to do, so I told her, "Just keep your mouth open, and swallow as much as you can. I might make you lick up what you spill, and that concrete would do a number on your tongue." With that, I pushed her down to her knees in front of Robert's dick, and pulled her head back. Her mouth opened.

Robert's stream of piss found its mark, and splashed against the back of Heather's throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, and she looked at me to see how I was reacting. I gave her an evil stare, and she knew she'd better swallow. She began to swallow the hot, foul piss and although she was noticeably retching, she managed to keep it down. As she swallowed, the continuing stream would splash against her gullet, and spray out of her mouth and onto her face, stinging her eyes. "Keep them open!" I commanded her.

By now, the other guys had moved in around her and were beginning to let go of their pent up urine. Heather was getting the golden shower she deserved. Piss was flowing out of her mouth, streaming down her hair, and running down her entire body, pooling between her legs. Two jets were focused directly on her nipples, and another on her pubic mound. One by one, the guys emptied their bladders and the flow of urine subsided. Heather was sitting in a pool of piss.

"Well Slut, there's an awful lot of piss on the floor. But since you did try, I won't make you use your tongue, so here's a straw. Clean that mess up!"

Frank said, "Holy shit! She's actually doing it. That nasty slut is drinking piss through a straw." He and the other guys watched in amazement as the submissive Heather obediently sucked up the piss.

I dragged the hose over and sprayed Heather down, the cold water sending goosebumps all over her body. I even sprayed the cold water into her mouth, which she noticeably appreciated. After she was clean,
I motioned for her to move to the table.

Chapter 12 - Pete Gets Laid

"Heather, I want you to show Pete how a real woman treats a man." They both looked at me confused. "Heather, I want you to seduce Pete. I want you to suck his face, his tongue, his tits, his ass and cock. Then I want you to lay him on the table, put his cock in your cunt and fuck him till he almost cams. Let him relax, then I want you to put his cock in your ass. Fuck him till he's ready to cum. Then suck his cock until he shoots down your throat. That sound good to you, Pete?"

"Fuckin' A", Pete said.

"Oh, by the way Heather, your arms are going to be tied behind your back." She looked at the floor. As I walked toward her with the leather strap, she automatically put her arms behind her with her wrists together. I pulled her arms up farther, and wrapped the leather strap around them so her forearms were together with her hands touching her elbows. I made the strap tight.

"Ok Slut, Pete's waiting." With that, she moved over to Pete, and kissed him on the mouth. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked on it. "Now, his face." I told her. She pulled back, and studied the acne on his face, looking for a clear spot. There wasn't any. She gently licked his cheeked, not wanting to break any of the white heads. "Suck it!" I demanded. She leaned toward him, and began sucking his face. As she moved from one cheek, across his forehead to the other, we could see several zits oozing puss. "Back to the other side." I told her. With her eyes closed, she retraced her path, sucking in the pale yellow and white fluid.

"Pete, are you getting turned on?"

"Fuckin' A".

"Go ahead and get undressed."

Pete's close were off in a flash, and his average sized dick pulsed with each heart beat.

"Suck his tits, Heather". She did. "Now work your way around his back." It too was covered with large red and white zits. She sucked. "Pete, lean down on that table, and spread your ass cheeks apart." He did. Heather's tongue traced a line down Pete's back, through his crack and danced around his puckered hole. "Put your tonge in it Slut." Heather stiffened her tongue and jabbed it up Pete's asshole. Pete shuddered and pushed his ass back against her face. "Turn around Pete, so she can deep throat you." Pete turned to face her, and Heather licked the precum from the head of his dick. Then she went to work on it, sucking it deep into her mouth, pressing her nose into his public hair. He grabbed the back of her head, and began to thrust into her throat. "Don't cum yet Pete, she ain't done with you yet. Go ahead and hop up on that table. Lay back and she'll do all the work."

Pete did as he was told, and layed down on the table. Heather was having trouble getting up on the table since her arms were tied, so a couple of the guys helped her. All the guys were naked. Heather straddled Pete's crotch and had to lean forward to get the right angle for Pete's dick to enter her cunt. She pressed her chest to his, and slid back against his dick. It hit home and she buried it in her. She began pumping her hips up and down, using her chest on his for leverage. A couple of times, his dicked plopped out, but she immediately got it back in. He began to thrust up into her and she knew he was going to cum.

Heather raised up and pulled her cunt off of Pete's dick. It was red and throbbing. As she sat on his belly, I could tell she was trying to figure out how to get his cock up her ass. "Try turning around." I told her. She spun herself around and rubbed her cunt on his dick, but it was pointing at the wrong angle to enter her butt. "Put in in there for her, Pete." Pete pointed the head on his dick at her asshole, and she pushed down on it, completely covering it. "Now Pete, support her back with your hands while she fucks her ass on your cock." She leaned back against his hands and pumped her ass up and down on his dick. He began to thrust back immediately. When he began to moan, Heather took the cue and slid back to get his dick in her mouth. With her cunt over his face, Pete ate her pussy while she sucked the cum out of his balls.